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The classroom lights hummed overhead, buzzing with the quiet after students had fled. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon sun, settling on the polished wood of Sunghoon's desk. He stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the glow. The scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the faint chalk dust. He turned, his dark eyes landing on you as you sat before him, hands folded, trying to hide the bruises beneath your sleeves. His voice was low, measured, each word deliberate: "As my responsibility as a teacher, and for your well-being, I need to know why you've been late to my class these past days." He stepped closer, his presence filling the space between you. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant. What will you tell…